notes from an occupied land…
by a lost, diaspora Tamil or a gypsy wanna-be…. this is ma journey from a land called S Lanka to occupiied land called kænədəAbout me?
kaddaichchi… (shorty) backhome my maternal uncles call for to annoi me, to play with me. later, when i left ‘em, it became a symbol to their affection.
matchchaal… (gurl cousin) child bride to few cousins backhome, ah.. early loves!
shy, quiet, yet exploring myself within and out. yet, uncommunicative, non-expressive…
troubled talker – talking and making ppl understand the inner rage of a postwar family teen, is soo fucking hard in da west
it was so easy, becoming a day dreamer; imaginations hve no time limit, so does the chasing of childhood lovers thru the maravalli plantations.. but class rooms do hve limits we ought to hate/rebel against.
my language is broken. i follow no rules, strict rules does not stick around ma brain. we shud be thankful for the words ppl remember. instead of correcting da street walker, the homeless, and da one who loste, to talk ‘proper’ when their life is anything but proper..
am not a ppl’s person
but a lover of ppl. lover of people who acts humyn; who stay humyn, no matter how challenging it is to do so, in da most challenging of circumstances (circumstances are what who we are, at the end).
humyn expectation is simple & something been said by many. i love and want to learn from the ones’ who treat others as same as how they want them to be treated (not golden rule!).
i am a Star.. the man who my mom said as my dad used to call us -all our siblings- as stars. we y’all are.
and, in the sky, Like the Little prince, i will disappear one day.
http://teardroplander.wordpress.com/2009/01/25/but-where-do-i-start/
